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You should try this sometime,I’ve found my own form of truth,Yet you’ll still scorn it away,You should try this sometime,It might give you some chance,It’s got an ancient grip,But nobody knows,We’ll celebrate in our hunger,I won’t pretend that this is okay,Something is calling,Beneath,This tangible safety,And sewn in tension,No body cares,Like you used to,You should try this sometime,But when have you ever,Listened.